Awwwww Moments Quotes

“oh, dear," said Tessa.
"I have that effect on women," Will said. "I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me."
"I can still change my mind," Tessa said sweetly.
"Don't you dare -," He began with a breathless half laugh, [...]”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“I run my hands through his hair, finally, finally, finally, then bring his head to mine and kiss him so hard our teeth collide, planets collide, kissing him now for each and every time we didn't all summer long. I know absolutely how to kiss him too, how to make his whole body tremble just from biting his lip, how to make his whole body tremble just from biting his lip, how to make him moan right inside my mouth by whispering his name, how to make his head fall back, his spine arch, how to make him groan through his teeth.”
― Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun

“I never felt with her the way I feel whenever I even catch a sight of you.." -Jase Garrett”
― Huntley Fitzpatrick, My Life Next Door

“I notice he doesn't have his meteorite bag and see out the window it's probably going to pour any minute, but wee need to et out of here. Immediately. "We're going to search for meteorites," I say, like that's what most people do on winter mornings. I never really told either of them too much about last summer, which is reflected in both of their flummoxed faces. But who freaking cares?

Not us.

In a flash, we're through the door, across the street and into the woods, running for no reason and laughing for no reason and totally out of breath and out of our minds when Brian catches me by my shirt, whips me around, and with one strong hand flat against my chest, he pushes me against a tree and kisses me so hard I go blind.”
― Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun

“Silently he traces out a new constellation, one only he knows. One with Noemi at the very heart.”
― Claudia Gray, Defy the Stars

“The blindness last just a second, then the colors start flooding into me: not through my eyes but right through my skin, replacing blood and bone, muscle and sinew, until I am redorangebluegreenpurpleyellowredorangebluegreenpurpleyellow.

Brian pulls away and looks at me. "Fuck," he says. "I've wanted to do that for so long." His breath's n my face. "So long. You're just...”
― Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun

“Since you can't touch me, you made something that could, didn't you?" I said.
"Yes."
My world slowed and I closed my eyes. "I am going yo give you my heart noe," I whispered. "Please don't break it again.”
― Jessica Verday, The Haunted

“You don't have to promise me the moon or the stars, just promise me you will stand under them with me.”
― Danielle Paige, The Wicked Will Rise

“He spoke the words that were most difficult of all. "Love me.”
― Tessa Dare, Romancing the Duke

“It doesn't seem fair," he murmured, once again smoothing out her messy bed head. “You get all the morning sickness, the kicks in the ribs and the bloated stomach and swollen ankles, and I get nine months of sex without condoms.”
― Linda Kage, The Right to Remain Mine

“He laughed when she wrinkled her nose at the water that dripped on it.
“Here, baby,” he said softly. “Let me dry that little bit of nose real fast before it washes off my freckles.”
She grinned. “Your freckles?”
“Mine. All five,” he said, and just to prove he could, kissed her again.”
― Dinah McCall, Jackson Rule

“...[he] held onto her like a promise he intended to keep”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“Do you remember that I said I have something to show you?"
Back when they were entering the house. Before she'd seen Hugh. Before their argument. "Yes?"
He pushed open the door to her bedroom. "Look."
She went inside and saw Valente sitting on the floor in front of her fireplace with a basket. He had a silly grin on his face.
She glanced over her shoulder to Raphael. "What-?"
Her husband tilted his chin toward Valente and the basket. "Go and see."
At the same time she heard an animal whimper.
Her lips parted and she picked up her skirts to hurry to the basket. It was lined with a soft blanket and inside was the sweetest little blond puppy, looking very sorry for itself.
Iris stared, torn. Did Raphael think a 'puppy' would be an adequate substitution for him?
The moment the puppy saw her it began whimpering and yipping, trying to climb from its wicker prison, but its legs were too short to make the attempt and it ended by falling backward, revealing that it was female.
It was hardly the puppy's fault that she was angry with Raphael.
"Oh," Iris breathed, sinking to her knees on the carpet opposite Valente. "She's perfect."
Somehow the words made tears start in her eyes again.
She picked up the puppy, which wriggled in Iris's hands until she held the small animal against her chest. The puppy promptly began licking Iris's chin with a tiny pink tongue.
Iris looked up at Raphael through her tears. "What is her name?"
He shook his head. "She has none that I know of. You must give her one."
Iris stood, cradling the still-squirming puppy carefully, and went to her husband. "Thank you."
She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips, trying to convey all she'd said before. All he'd pushed aside.
'Stay. Stay. Stay.'
Raphael took her arms gently and kissed her, angling his face over hers. He embraced her as if she were a lifeline.
As if he wished to remain with her forever.
The puppy yelped and he took a step back, breaking the kiss.
Drawing away from her without effort.
He walked out of the bedroom.
Iris closed her eyes to keep her sorrow and tears in. She kissed the top of the puppy's silky head and whispered in her ear, "Tansy.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Desire

“Layla skimmed the legal opinion. The one-page document stated in no uncertain terms that Sam had the full legal right of occupancy to the office and that her claims had no merit. John had signed and dated it at the bottom. Instantly, she understood why Royce had let her read it.
"This is dated the day after Sam and I met."
"Fancy that."
Her heart skipped a beat. "He always knew I had no right to be here. He could have kicked me out at any time."
"If it had been me, you and your purple couch would have been out on the street on day one, but then I'm coldhearted that way."
Layla sat heavily on the nearest chair. "Then why did he play the game?"
Royce shrugged. "Maybe he didn't want you to marry a douche."
"Or someone like Ranjeet," she said, considering. "He was trying to protect me. But if I didn't find someone, would he have honored the rules and walked away?"
"He does have that character flaw." Royce leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. "That's why we made a good team. I have no scruples and he has too many."
"Would you give him a message from me?" An idea started to form in her mind. "I deleted his contact details from my phone."
"Do I look like a receptionist?"
"You look like a guy who pretends not to care, but whose colorful clothes hide a warm heart."
His lips curved. "What does that make me in this tragedy? The comic relief?"
"It's not a tragedy." Layla wrote a quick note on the back of the legal opinion. "It's a romance. Except in this version, Buttercup saves herself.”
― Sara Desai, The Marriage Game

“It's a shame your mother didn't opt for something more extravagant," Akiko says, examining her nails.
"When you get married, please make sure there are at least some guests to see our dresses. This is a waste of Oscar de la Renta," Noriko adds, glancing down meaningfully.
"Thank you," I say sincerely. "For all you did for us. For my mom. For me." I regard them intently, liquid gathering in my eyes.
"It's not a big deal," Akiko says with a sniff, clearly uncomfortable.
Human emotions. So messy.
"Um," Noriko says to Akiko. "I think she's going to try to hug us."
Before they can object, I wrap them up in my arms, embracing them both. Akiko pats my back awkwardly, and Noriko is stiff. "I love you," I say, releasing them. "And I know you love me, too.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Dreaming

“Nina Zenik, as soon as I figure out where you've put my knives, we're going to have words."
"The first ones had better be Thank you, oh great Nina, for dedicating every waking moment of this miserable journey to saving my sorry life.
Jesper expected Inej to laugh and was startled when she took Nina's face between her hands and said, "Thank you for keeping me in this world when fate seemed determined to drag me to the next. I owe you a life debt."
Nina blushed deeply. "I was teasing, Inej." She paused. "I think we've both had enough of debts.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Here, this is for you," the girl said, holding out one of the pages on which she'd been drawing.
"Oh, I... well, thank you." Meg reached out and took the sketch between her fingers.
Gazing down, her eyes widened. Instead of the typical childish scribble she'd expected, she discovered two well-rendered figures. The style was a bit loose, and still immature with a tendency to distort the proportions. Even so, it was refined enough enough to have captured remarkably accurate likenesses of her and Cade seated side by side on the sofa. Esme might be only be nine years of age, but already she was an exceptional artist, better than many adults would ever hope to be.
"This is... extraordinary," Meg said.
"It's you and Cade," the girl offered, clutching a small fist against her yellow wool skirt. "Do you like it?"
"I most certainly do. How could I not? You've drawn Cade and me so perfectly. It's beautiful."
The girl's oval features came alive with a pleased smile. "Good night, Miss Amberley. I'm glad you're going to be my sister."
At a sudden loss for what she knew would never be, Meg settled on the only honest reply she could offer.
"Sweet dreams, Esme.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Tempted by His Kiss

“I'm not an atheist," he says suddenly.
"Oh?"
He nods. "Because on the night of my fifth birthday, I prayed for an angel to watch over me." He slurps his milk, then looks up at me with a milk mustache. "And God brought you to the dock."
My eyes well up with tears as I watch him turn back to his mug.”
― Sarah Jio, Morning Glory

“She heard the door close as she examined the dog.
"You're looking much better," she told the animal. "Good enough that Jean-Marie might be able to take you outside to wash you. Oh, don't get up."
This last was said nervously as the dog climbed laboriously to his feet.
"Really, you shouldn't."
Eve watched wide-eyed as the animal staggered toward her.
"Sit back down, 'please,'" she said, arms raised, but the animal either didn't know what an order was or ignored hers. He walked unsteadily right to her as Eve glanced wildly toward the closed door, hoping that Jean-Marie would make a sudden, early reappearance.
And then the animal laid his big head on her knees.
"Oh," she said, for she had no idea what else to do. The dog was 'looking' at her with huge brown eyes, his forehead wrinkled up as though he was worried. His enormous drooping jowls were spread like a messy black skirt upon her lap, and the animal's triangular ears were back.
Actually it was rather adorable.
Hesitantly Eve laid her palm very gently on the beast's head.
Slowly the dog's tail swayed back and forth, and he gave a great sigh.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Sweetest Scoundrel

“Continuing to stare into her pale, damp face, Nick shook his head with a slight frown, as if the sight of her distress was painful to him. Seeming unable to help himself, he reached out and pulled her against him, his arms wrapping around her as he tried to comfort her with his body. There was nothing sexual about the embrace, but somehow it was more intimate than anything they had ever done together. His arms were strong and possessive, holding her steady while his breath fell in moist, hot surges against her neck.
"Shall I take you home?" he whispered.
Lottie nodded slowly, while a lifetime of loneliness transformed into a sense of inconceivable comfort. A home... a husband... things she had never let herself hope for. Surely this illusion couldn't last- somehow, someday, it would be taken away from her. But until that happened, she would cherish every moment.
"Yes," she said, her voice muffled against his coat. "Let's go home.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Worth Any Price

“Eat up, sweet one. And if you ask, I am sure Thrasius will make a pear patina tonight." Apicius's voice always held a special warmth when he addressed his daughter.
"Please, Thrasius! I love it when you make the pears pretty!"
I laughed at her description of the fruit, honey, and egg dish. I always added an extra layer of pears on top, and I had to admit, they did look pretty once they were cooked and shining with oil. "I would be pleased to make that for you, little Domina."
Spontaneously, Apicata ran around the table and gave me a big hug.”
― Crystal King, Feast of Sorrow

“I made the little girl all of her favorite dishes, and carved her little animals out of vegetables to adorn her plate. When she saw them, she ran to me and gave me a giant hug and told me how much she missed me. I hugged her for a long time and said nothing when I saw she was trying very hard not to cry.
When I went to the market that day, I bought a honey cake from the temple of Ceres, paying extra for a protection blessing from the priestess. I gave it to Apicata with her afternoon meal, and while surely she had seen temple protection cakes and knew what they were, she ate it without a word.”
― Crystal King, Feast of Sorrow

“But my father..." Belle began again.
"What about him?"
"He needs me...."
"He raised you by himself, didn't he? Seems like he's done a more than all right job. He'll be fine for a few days on his own," the Beast pointed out.
Belle glared at him.
Her father couldn't... he didn't...
...make their meals, tend their garden, earn coin for comestibles they couldn't grow or forage themselves, spend days inventing- all things he did before she was old enough to help him... when he was taking care of her....
Her lip quivered. Of course he was fine.
Wait...
"You think he did a more than all right job?" she couldn't help asking.
The Beast shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.
She found herself smiling.
Was he- was he almost smiling back? In his eyes, at least?”
― Liz Braswell, As Old as Time

“This looks amazing, what is it?"
He was surprised when Bass answered instead of Einars.
"It's caramel apple bread pudding with a cider sauce."
Bass looked at Einars as he spoke and smiled when Einars nodded that he'd gotten it correct, Bass's pride obvious on his glowing face. See? He wouldn't have had this moment in San Jose- this was what they were here for- new experiences and new memories away from the complicated heartache. Some of Isaac's guilt eased the more Bass's smile widened.
"You helped make this?" Isaac said. He scooped up a large bite and his taste buds exploded with joy. Cinnamon apples and custardy bread pudding melded together with the creamy caramel sauce spiked with cider. It might be the perfect dessert. "Good job, Sharky."
Sanna leaned toward Bass across the table and whispered loudly, "You did a better job than my dad normally does."
She didn't smile or wink to undermine the verity of her words or dumb it down, just issued the straight compliment. Isaac's heart melted as Bass sat up taller in his chair. Maybe that wasn't the only reason Isaac's heart melted.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Simplicity of Cider

“Oggi, this is my mother,' she said, carefully forming her words.
Oggi dropped the locket and sprang back as if she'd pinched him. 'What...' His face was frozen in surprise. 'Alice, you spoke? You're speaking? What? You can talk?'
Alice giggled. She'd forgotten how good it felt to laugh.
'She speaks!' Oggi stood up, running in circles around them. Alice closed the locket and slipped the necklace over her head.
When Oggi came to a stop, he doubled over, his hands on his knees. 'Time for birthday breakfast?' he gasped.
'Yes, please,' she said, shyly.
'She said "Yes, please"!' Oggi laughed. 'The crowd goes wild!' He cupped his mouth with his hands and cheered. 'Alice, this is the best birthday ever and it's not even mine.”
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

“Christian was not talking at all. He was reading aloud.
"I explained to her that I had no parents. She inquired how long they had been dead; then how old I was, what was my name, whether I could read, write, and sew a little; then she touched my cheek gently with her forefinger, and saying 'She hoped I should be a good child,' dismissed me along with Miss Miller."
He was reading Jane Eyre to her!”
― Harper St. George, The Devil and the Heiress

“Whatever happens, I'm here with you. Don't forget that."
Dazedly Merritt realized her younger brother, once a baby she'd help to dress and bathe, and later a toddler she'd taught how to eat pudding with a spoon, had become a man she could rely on.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“But I have to tell you something. It's important."
He froze, teetered on the tiles, his eyes glistening in the morning light. "What?"
"I hacked Guitar Hero. There was no possible way I could have lost."
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I know."
Puzzled, she frowned. "Then why did you keep playing?"
"It made you happy," he said simply. "Same reason I brought you math puzzles, played video games with you when Sanjay wasn't around, tried to guess the after-school snack instead of looking at your meal plan, and offered to take you to the prom when you didn't have a date. I wanted you to be happy, Daisy. I still do.”
― Sara Desai, The Dating Plan

“But you're going to have to face your fears if you want to put this to rest." I reach out and touch her arm. "You can't carry this back home with you." Her hand, cold and smooth, lands on top of mine.
"How did you get so wise?" She laughs.
"I didn't. I just mimic smart people.”
― Jessa Maxwell, The Golden Spoon

“I just don't want you to be alone in a potentially dangerous situation. If Adeena and Elena were with you, I wouldn't mind, but..."
"But what?"
"I don't know... I just thought it'd be cute. Like we're on a mission together or something." He blushed and swept his hair back with one hand so he didn't have to look at me. "We don't spend enough time together, so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for late-night hangouts."
Oh. My. Gulay. Why was my boyfriend the absolute cutest?”
― Mia P. Manansala, Murder and Mamon